the  willing  well  i:  fuel  for  the  feeding  end  -  coheed  and  cambria

is  this  what  i  wish  for  those  and  all  they  know?

could  depend  on  how  cowardly  i  should  act

(is  it  from  hell  or  does  come  it  from  within?)

if  she  won't  give  me  the  love  i  came  here  for

with  pen  i  am  armed  here  to  react

hey  now,  hey  now  what  is  it  boy?

all  the  things  that  trouble  you

so  visit  your  mirror  image

of  what  might  have  once  behaved

hey  now,  hey  now  what  is  it  boy?

but  i  won't  rest  till  dead,  till  dead  do  you  part

this  is  how  i  feel  my  god  from  what's  been  dealt

the  flies  that  flutter  fight  tonight

(is  it  from  hell  or  does  come  it  from  within?)

is  it  love  that  i'm  feeling  or  is  this  hate  the  same

the  emotion's  enough  to  kill  the  sane

hey  now,  hey  now  what  is  it  boy?

all  the  things  that  trouble  you

so  visit  your  mirror  image

of  what  might  have  once  behaved

hey  now,  hey  now  what  is  it  boy?

besides,  i  only  hope  you  know  that  i  love  you.

oh  i  hope.

feed  little  maggots  off  the  westside  of  your  sin

run  little  maggot  when  they  learn  of  what  you  did

feed  little  maggots  off  the  westside  of  your  sin

run  little  maggot  when  they  learn  of  what  you  did

feliz  seria  que  hora  (x4)

from  start  to  finish  i've  made  you  feel  this

uncomfort  in  turn  with  the  world  you've  learned

to  love  through  this  hate  to  live  with  its  weight

a  burden  discerned  in  the  blood  you  taste

why  would  you  deny  me  answers?

if  i'm  just  a  boy  on  the  break  of  being

horror  and  hell  through  its  fires

be  brutally  honest,  was  it  better  before  me?

in  the  curve  of  your  body

how  i  want,  how  i  want  her  with  me

the  truth  of  the  story

the  vishual,  i  wish  you  all

the  better  end  of  all  to  come

the  truth  be  now  here  one  by  one

i  am  to  you  extend  to  none

the  memory  that  fuels  the  fire

watching  his  tale  with  the  words  he  unfolds

conscience  and  cold  we'd  never  know

they  scream  as  he  laughs  off  the  dust  from  his  eyes

these  words  will  now  learn  of  the  dreams  in  his  mind

could  this  be  that  hard  for  me?

to  configure  a  new  love  in  hate

to  my  new  entity  or  banish  it  home  to  the  grave

no  one  is  safe

with  the  quickness  strike  out  for  the  less  of  us  doubt

mercy  of  the  man  who  put  the  pen  in  our  mouth

word  write  us  well  signed,  "forgiveness  for  sale"

i'm  through  being  full

of  all  the  might  you  want  killed

the  fiction  will  see  the  real

the  answer  will  question  still

in  your  body  to  blood  as  your  parents  once  went

you  will  follow  their  lead  one  by  one,  every  step

could  this  be  that  hard  for  me?

to  configure  a  new  love  in  hate

to  my  new  entity  or  banish  it  home  to  the  grave

i  will  not  save...

your  world

your  world  in  the  end  and  you.

your  world

your  world